Ya Boy

Ya Boy - 100 Bars Of Death lyrics

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I'm Not Saying I'm Gonna Change The World

But I Garantee

That I Will Spark The Brain

That will Change The World

Better Show Respect Before I Lose It

The Whole World Know

Precise Is More Than Music

A Movement

Look At All The Goons That I Move With

Homies, Guns, Vest & Boots

On That Platoon Shit

Best, Hardest In The West

Yes, Literally

The Fans Comparing Me To Who?

Come On, Ya Killin' Me

The Enemy Keep Tryin'

But Can't Get Rid Of Me

Bombs Like Timothy

Arms Like A Centipede

Hoes Through His Door

Make Sure He's A Memory

One Nigga

But I Got Em' Shook

Like There's Ten Of Me

Go Hard In Hip-Hop

Hope They Remember Me

Screamin' "Thug Life"

Like A Tupac Minny-Me

Any Beef?

Tell Em' To Bring It Special Delivery

I Bet My Little Friend Will Put Em' Outta His Missury

These Niggas Wanna Finish Me

And Send Me To The Reveren

Honostly, There's Probley Better Competition In Heaven

Holla At Me

Fillmore Bitch

We Dollar Happy

You Would Think I Was Strippin'

The Way Hoes Throw Dollas At Me

I'm The Motha Fuckin' Spitful, Delightful, Iful

The New Ice Cube

Bust My Guns

And Rock Mics Too

So What's Good?

Either You Crip

Or You Blood

Somebody Call Khalid

Tell Em' "Ya Boy Was Hood"

If He Joke Like D-Ray

My Heat Like D. Wade

Shots To His Face

Make Him Sing Like T-Pain

Stuff Him In The Trunk

Then I Dump The Remains

Nowa Days

All That Rappin' Is

Is A Free-Chain

If A Nigga Ever Look At Me As A Free-Chain

He's Not Gonna Make It

Like His Plane Got Delayed

I'm Talkin' To The Real

If You Fake, Then Get Lost

Them Block Muscle-Men

Hustlin' Like Rick Ross

Real Talk

I'd Rather Sit

Then Snitch Dawg

Cause Quick Jaws

Get A Nigga Smoked

Like Menthols

I'm Way Outta They League

Who Hotter Than Me?

Gottcha' Favorite R&B Bitch

Swollowen Me

I Ain't Lyin'

Look I'm So Fly

I Should Be Flyin'

Maybe That's The Reason

Why Ya Girl Keep Eyin'

I'm Eyin' Her Back

Louie Purse, With The Hat

I'm Not A Trick

But I'm Rich

So I'm Buyin' Her That

And I'm Tired Of This Rap Beef

Tired Of That Gay Shit

I Thought He Wanted War

He Seen Me

And Didn't Say Shit

I'm Outta This World

When You See Me

I'm Like A Spaceship

Lights Everywhere

Make It Bright Anywhere

Got The Sun On My Neck

Full Moon On My Wrist

Da-Da-Daimonds In My Mouth

And It's All On A Bitch

I Guess I Took Notes From Kevin Federline


Milk A Bitch Like A Cow

Every Cent

Every Dime

Never Been To Jail

But I Done Done Hella Crimes

Moved To Malibu

Now I Got Em' Thuggin'

To Pepper Dime

Gimme Mine

If A Nigga Say I Ain't The Top Five

Dead Or Alive

Remove His Head

And His Spine

I Load The Lead In The Nine

Leave Him Dead On Arrival

Ya Sittin' On The Shelf

What The Fuck Did Ya Sign For?

Catch Me With The Crips

And The Bloods Don't Mind No

I Don't Bang Colors

I'm A Damn Albino

Drunk Like A Wino

Hard Like A Rhino

Flyin' Through Ya Time Zone

Lookin' For A Fine Hoe

Rihanna, Alicia, Mya, Big Pimpin'

I'll Even Take A White Girl

Like Jessica Simpson

Make Sure She Licks It

Kiss My Limp Biscuit

Tape It

Need A Witness

This Is Big Business

I'm Heavy With SRC's

Like Steve Rifkin

I'm Talkin' Some Real Clientel

Nigga Listen!

Drop Em' A Line

That's All I Do

Is Go Fishin'

Get Em' Hooked On Me

Then I Turn Em' Into Fish Sticks

This Is


If Ya Listenin'

I Ain't Like These Other Niggas

I Can Go The Distance

Ya Fans In My Hands

So You Know I'ma Clinch It

The Rap Game Dirty

But Somebody Gotta Rinse It

I Don't Even Spit Shit

I Just Go And Rip Shit

That's Why These Hoes

Put Me On Like Lipstick

That's Why These Hoes

Put Ya Boy On They Hit List

Swag Like A Ma' Fucka

I'm The New Slick Rick


Sawed-Off Shawty

Ridin' Through The Hood

Bout' To Flip Somebody

How You Rap Like That?

It's Just Somethin' Bout' Me

I Step In The Booth

And The Shit Just Comes At Me

Niggas Wanna Shoot Me

Niggas Wanna Rob Me

Fuck That!

.40 Cal

Here Right Beside Me

Niggas Can't Deny He

Hotter Than Mojave... Desert

In The Middle Of Summer

Let's Have Me Nashi

I Be

Killin' Other Rappers Like A Hobby

Niggas Take Pictures

Of Women When Like They Surround Me

I Don't Even Trip

I Don't Block No Head

I Tell Them Hoes

"Do Me"

Like Rocko Said

But You Can Get Up Outta Here

If You Ain't Got No Bread

Cause Even My Bed

Gotta Far-Gomo Spread


I Mean Scrooge McDuck Bucks

And If A Nigga Say I Ain't Nice

Then He Probley Get Butt Fucked

I Catch You In The Hood

All I'll Say Is

"Tough Luck"

Don't Holla Precise Gang...

... Ya Get Fucked Up

What What?

Cut A Nigga Up

Like Nip Tuck

You Might As Well Kill Ya Self

Like A Wrist Cut

And Everybody In The Whole Hood Know

It's Us

The Way Them Doors No Longer Swing

They Lift Up

The Way Them Boys

Gon' Do They Things With Big Bucks.

Big Homes, Big Diamond Rings, And Big Trucks

Despite That...

I'm Tryna' Sell Like Mike Jack

I Even Get The Fans That Don't Like Rap

Keep It A Hundred

So It's A Must

I Write That

Spit So Much Crack

The Feds Got The Mic Tapped.


Holla At Me



I Suggest You Keep Me Healthy

West Coast

West Coast

I Suggest You Keep Me Healthy


I'm On One

InfaRed On This

Motha Fucka'


Come on

Thanks to BaySik for these lyrics

Thanks to lil Ace for these lyrics

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